Pollen like powdered sunshine
coats her old whiskered cheeks,
Nature’s rouge applied generously
by the wind's careful brush.
Under the boughs of a pine,
inch worms dance like court jesters
on tightropes of silk for her amusement,
as a disgruntled bee
who’s clover patch she’s made her throne
is dismissed with the flick of a gilded ear.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
Pollen like powdered sunshine
coats her old whiskered cheeks,
Nature’s rouge applied generously
by the wind's careful brush.
Under the boughs of a pine,
inch worms dance like court jesters
on tightropes of silk for her amusement,
as a disgruntled bee
who’s clover patch she’s made her throne
is dismissed with the flick of a gilded ear.
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